Bury Me With Laughter
When I die I shall lie in sweet leisure
Beneath a flowing flowery meadow.
There I beg of you to rest in pleasure,
Your comforted and contended shadow.
Bring not corsages of white carnations,
I would rather hear your lusty laughter.
Bury me with tales of your adventures,
Promise me your happy ever after.
©zibby_
zibby_
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky. -Rabindranath Tagore
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zibby_ 14h
Most of the time, when you wish sunshine on someone else it beams down on you too...because you share the same sky.
©zibby_ -
Henry David Thoreau
Dear Sir
My name is Zibby and I am certain that I am your biggest fan. I was introduced to your work as a teenager, a period of life that developmental psychologist, Erik Erikson, quite accurately termed “Identity versus Confusion.” Your words helped me to identify with my personal beliefs and values and have taken me through all the other stages of my life, thus far.
I walked with you through “Walden” as you scribbled away about our connection with nature. I was inspired by your words, “… if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours” and marvelled at the depth of your thought, ““As if you could kill time without injuring eternity.”
Even the great Mohandas Gandhi was a fan of your work. You impressed him with your writings on Satyagraha and your words advised him on the topic of good governance.
Thank you for being an inspiration to so many.
Your fan
©zibby_ -
zibby_ 1d
Oh Happy Day!
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zibby_ 2d
There you go again!
Sprawling your poetry before me...
..and making me wander off into happiness.
Completely against my wishes!
©zibby_ -
zibby_ 2d
...wishing that this ink fades quickly into the paper.
©zibby_ -
zibby_ 5d
I Miss You
In my awake dreams
I tried to silence my screams
By stringing words of bliss
To subdue all that I miss
But it snapped, fell apart
And exposed my broken heart
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zibby_ 1w
"If I am wrong, I am sorry"
IS NOT A TRUE APOLOGY!
It should be:
"I was wrong, I am sorry, it will not happen again. Now what can I do to make it better?"
If you can't do that then you are not really sorry.
©zibby_ -
Apostrophe Stolen!
YOU'RE forced to live a life of YOUR.
©zibby_ -
zibby_ 1w
To You
I've already been offered the moon and stars
How about Jupiter and Mars?
©zibby_
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stony_ocean 12h
-Missed it-
I just spent the day
Waiting for a moment
Had the words stored up to say
The moment had to be perfect
As with all things
The timing was key
But bitter reality
Closes the door on me
I am sliding into silence
I am that silence
Lost in my own emptiness
I dream of moments gone grey
Moments with words stored up to say
©stony_ocean -
stony_ocean 13h
-Messed up in my Feels-
I just lost out
one more minute please
I beg and shout
but no one hears me
I lost my chance again
broke my rhythm all over again
I'm
messed up in my feels
got nerves of steel
somehow I can't keep it real
messed up
messed up in my feels
the time is now
I'm ready to go
got my bottle of know how
but I was way too slow
I missed my chance again
broke that bottle all over again
tripped up
skipped it
and shattered my will
f**ked up
beaten
and left alone
I'm
messed up in my feels
got ready lost it for real
all my effort was quite a steal
I'm
messed up
messed up
in the part
that feels
©stony_ocean -
stony_ocean 21h
-Withered Rose-
Purple daze and sunny skies
Nothing's the same to my eyes
I was standing next to myself
When the man came and took him away
Story books of History put upon a shelf
Beyond the meaning I still can't say
When the night comes
Been a long time
When the withered Rose
Dies upon the Vine
So Divine
Come inside and feel my mind
Doors locked but I have the key
Some story from a different time
Begins to fade to this fantasy
©stony_ocean -
Don't be a cause of that headline , gazing to whom a person's wish to live get inversed in milliseconds .
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lovesmessenger 1d
Another piece about a well lol but hopefully you enjoy it!
Well of Truth
A barren land that welcomes the desperate and lonely. Where the springs of the heart runs dry from the drought of love's absence. At the center of this forsaken land. Is a wishing well. Hope dwells in its waters as if it was a water nymph. Its touch makes the water run pure with faith. It calls out the lonely strangers as if it was a beacon of the heart.
They travel miles to this land to get a glimpse of this miracle. Yet some barely can lift their feet from the weight of life. So they pass away into dust searching for it. Their skeletons litter the grounds of the forgotten. While the few lucky ones cast their coins of destiny into it. Waiting for a miracle to come from it. They wait as the hope filled waters reflect their face of desperation.
Praying they will be fixed of their problems. Hoping that their hearts will be mended with silver and gold making it precious to someone. Yet as their coins soaks they realize that their search was in vain. Never realizing this was a fable. That this well is not magical. Yet if they had kept peering into the waters they would've seen their very desperation melt away into the answers of within.
©lovesmessenger
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#mirakee #writersnetwork #writersbay #well
*Sometimes we search for the answers that lies inside. We fail to realize their is no magical shortcuts or quick fixes to problems that persists inside us. Patience and time with diligent work of self becomes the waters of healing. We hold the well of truth within us all*Well of Truth
Peering into it causes reflection of the soul yet the peace people seek can't be found within it
©lovesmessenger -
the_late_night_tales 2d
"Storms and the bird"
Years of misery
and years of try
it took me
to conquer the sky
But when I am so proud
flying high over the clouds
a storm always comes to me
to show that I am no mighty
Years of falling
and years of suffering
it took me realize
that ego is so heavy
And that it's not the storm
that knocks me down
It's my own pride and
the weight of the crown
#pod #writersnetwork #cretivearena #writingcontest.
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iris16 1d
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rf_writes 2d
At times
He burns in ashes
Like the shooting star
Trying to escape the sky
But doesn't sigh
At times
He crumbles
like last autumn leaf
Trying to fly
But doesn't sigh
At times
His atoms are broken
like the water cascading
From high
But doesn't sigh.
©rf_writes -
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